I so enjoy your unique use of words. Very nicely crafted. Have a great day.-Lady Dragonwyck
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
NEIGHBOURS WATCH
'Center has no choice. Absolutely
self-ending-in-self. Each breath comes discreetly...'
Sounds like a surreal yet very real dream, Dear Satish!
Thank you for sharing...- Suzie Palmer
self-ending-in-self. Each breath comes discreetly...'
Sounds like a surreal yet very real dream, Dear Satish!
Thank you for sharing...- Suzie Palmer
VALLEY OF TEARS
We have here met a four crying to benign ... still the sun though it bakes down cannot dry this "valley of tears"... unless she meet the moon's caress and night itself is drowned by day. Hushabye- Roger Wayne Eberle
Monday, August 29, 2011
Un - Me- Ing ‘I’
Well written.THE IMAGE used to describe loneliness is apt.i enjoyed the sunday eve with your verse.thanks.-Prafulla Sahu
Self-Annhilation
I have some problem in understanding the poem yet i enjoyed reading it.good philosophical content-lines are very touching.will u plz help further?- Prafulla Sahu
http://www.boloji.com/
http://www.boloji.com/
Sunday, August 28, 2011
A DEAD SONG
Very interesting and original write-LightH2O
very intelligently written...when the queen is only an idea...trying to destroy the idea of queen..this can happen to life, too...and it has been happening ,my dear friend...wonderful poem-Marieta Maglas
http://www.poetfreak.com/
very intelligently written...when the queen is only an idea...trying to destroy the idea of queen..this can happen to life, too...and it has been happening ,my dear friend...wonderful poem-Marieta Maglas
http://www.poetfreak.com/
DESCENDING
What a wonderful start to my weekend reading your wonderful poetry. Thank you for sharing your writing Satish. Hope you are having a beautiful weekend. Love- Carol Brown
gud one!!!!!!!!!- vrushani thaker
Saturday, August 27, 2011
CONSUMPTION
I have enjoyed reading your wonderful poetry today Satish. I love poetry that is written from the heart as I believe that is where the best poetry comes from. I wish you a wonderful weekend filled with Love, Good Health and loads of Inspiration. Love- Carol Brown
CHRONICITY
Like this. The final stanza was a good ending. I always enjoy your writes.- Lady Dragonwyck
What a wonderous poem! I love the link of all the stanzas to the last stanza.
Well done. Very mysterious too.- Tanya Harrison
Well done. Very mysterious too.- Tanya Harrison
Friday, August 26, 2011
CURBING
Don't you just love non sense? - tsultrimserri
curbing my appeal
I appeal my learning curve
it's all nonsense
speaking of eloquence- Kailashana
I don't see non sense or nonsense in this poem of Satish's. On the outside of it, I see less sense than the normal amount (tons) applied outside poetry. Inside it, I see an interior sense making something of itself (a poem).- Dick
I appeal my learning curve
it's all nonsense
speaking of eloquence- Kailashana
Return of the poet
Eternity Kisses
Other Sees
Otherness
Love Sees
Loveliness
Soul Sees
Soulfulness
Eternity Kisses birth and death
On the lips-
Being RETURN ON D-DAY
Lift your pen and let your creative words flow onto the paper Satish. Thank you for sharing your writing with us. I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning. Love- Carol Brown
Thursday, August 25, 2011
GIFTED DEATH
I feel the compultion to feed your vanity with quotes from me elsewhere a little rich Satish, because you never throw me so much as a dime here.
Thank you for the credit and link to this place.
Why not dole out a gun to every moron in town that cares to make a hit and get over the world good and proper without me in future. Thank you.- Céleste
http://www.poetrycircle.com/
Thank you for the credit and link to this place.
Why not dole out a gun to every moron in town that cares to make a hit and get over the world good and proper without me in future. Thank you.- Céleste
A LANTERN GUIDES
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
PINK REMINDER
I can feel in my gut that this is a beautiful poem...
but, like the last one, I cannot understand it...
perhaps the problem is that much of the syntax and meaning are simply being lost in the translation into English...- Michael Firewalker
"satishverma wrote:
A window
shuts on fire for a deliberate
withdrawl from conflicts.
The virgin iron
becomes a corpse
under the golden
amnesia of hot greens.
Dear Satish,
These words seem to speak straight to my soul.
Blessings- Being
but, like the last one, I cannot understand it...
perhaps the problem is that much of the syntax and meaning are simply being lost in the translation into English...- Michael Firewalker
A window
shuts on fire for a deliberate
withdrawl from conflicts.
The virgin iron
becomes a corpse
under the golden
amnesia of hot greens.
These words seem to speak straight to my soul.
Blessings- Being
Monday, August 22, 2011
WOUNDED PRIDE
It is the language of golden teeth which grinds at excessive cold, excessive fear. Symbols have multifaceted beauty in your poem -U K Atiyodi, Kandangali, Payyanur 670307
Identically
glad you found the time to post this Satish.
what kind of prison are you in, I need more than a blank tap
but understand wall chains and a need to pacify the guards
later. Thank you.- Dax
what kind of prison are you in, I need more than a blank tap
but understand wall chains and a need to pacify the guards
later. Thank you.- Dax
THE VIGIL
TRAILBLAZER
Dear Satish,
I love this trailblazing! Thank you again for your kind presence here.
Manifold Blessings- Being
I have met the moon's sister
She and I delight
In circumambulating the sun
In the light of love
I have gained the friendship sought
Healing rains and fires
Play across imaginary fences
Built of delight
I love this trailblazing! Thank you again for your kind presence here.
Manifold Blessings- Being
I have met the moon's sister
She and I delight
In circumambulating the sun
In the light of love
I have gained the friendship sought
Healing rains and fires
Play across imaginary fences
Built of delight
Sunday, August 21, 2011
PINK REMINDER
— and no money
diving for artificial pearls in a library of hardships
shallows and a sea of butterballs
Thank you, Satish.- Dax
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diving for artificial pearls in a library of hardships
shallows and a sea of butterballs
Thank you, Satish.- Dax
FOGGING
The flow of these metaphors mesmerizes and calls for re-reading to find underneaths Satish. I love your magical touch with words.- Fay Slimm
THE VIGIL
The feel of this poem is dramatic and sustaining. Thanks for sharing.- aryaindia
ON THE EDGE
Well spoken Dear Satish
We will walk the edge together
And there is only one Being there
Blessings- Being
I like your poetry Satish. - tsultrimserri
Powerful & dark, but moving.
Thank you.- PegasusWhiteRose
We will walk the edge together
And there is only one Being there
Blessings- Being
Thank you.- PegasusWhiteRose
Friday, August 19, 2011
The Ritual
this is very interesting, but I am finding that such an intense overwhelming physiological and emotional response to simply being observed does not really make sense to me...what am I not seeing in your poem, Satish?
and what ritual are you referencing?
and how can simply being a nihilist result in such intense reactions?- Michael Firewalker
who is observing who ?
learned a new word" hawthorne " thanks- zorba
firewalker this is not reaction ,it is called hawthorne
two atome at play- zorba
zorba wrote:firewalker this is not reaction ,it is called hawthorne
two atome at play
okay, dear sorba...but please explain that some more as it is used in this particular poem?
what I have read about the hawthorne effect describes it in far more positive terms than this poem does...
this poem seems to be describing an excruciatingly negative human experience, the source/cause of which remains a mystery, and therefore the purpose of this poem is so ill-defined as to render the poem itself meaningless, as I see it anyway...- Michael Firewalker
http://delightedteahouse.com/
and what ritual are you referencing?
and how can simply being a nihilist result in such intense reactions?- Michael Firewalker
who is observing who ?
learned a new word" hawthorne " thanks- zorba
two atome at play- zorba
zorba wrote:firewalker this is not reaction ,it is called hawthorne
two atome at play
okay, dear sorba...but please explain that some more as it is used in this particular poem?
what I have read about the hawthorne effect describes it in far more positive terms than this poem does...
this poem seems to be describing an excruciatingly negative human experience, the source/cause of which remains a mystery, and therefore the purpose of this poem is so ill-defined as to render the poem itself meaningless, as I see it anyway...- Michael Firewalker
FAITHFUL
after having seen some of your pieces, varmaji, i would say that yours is unusual and it stands apart from the rest , in phrasing and imagery, ..wish u all the best,- S.Jagathsimhan Nair
I AM THE LOVER
ON THE EDGE
Satish, I really like this. Like your style. Before I say much more I'll be reading this again. Wonderful job.- cherylleverette©
"In that book which is
My memory . . .
On the first page
That is the chapter when I first met you
Appear the words . . .
Here begins a new life"- Dante Alighieri
Thank you, Satish
I always get the feeling you want to say so much more
which leaves me at the crossroads with a bag of dirty washing
I love the style and agree could be a great style if only its sky
could jump off the page and land on its feet. Splendid.
[Everywhere is not Iceland . . . and I am not a brand.]- Dax
Quote
... could be a great style if only its sky
could jump off the page and land on its feet....
My memory . . .
On the first page
That is the chapter when I first met you
Appear the words . . .
Here begins a new life"- Dante Alighieri
I always get the feeling you want to say so much more
which leaves me at the crossroads with a bag of dirty washing
I love the style and agree could be a great style if only its sky
could jump off the page and land on its feet. Splendid.
[Everywhere is not Iceland . . . and I am not a brand.]- Dax
Quote
... could be a great style if only its sky
could jump off the page and land on its feet....
I agree with dax. The ending falls flat on its face.- maggie flanagan-wilkie
Thursday, August 18, 2011
CLEANSING
I very much like your poetry.- Kailashana
Yes, I am also appreciating your poetry here Satish.- Teala
just bathing in it, here......gary- myamberdog
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
NEED NOT SUFFER
a very beautiful poem, frames the tragedy of life with a very human hand.- Eric Cockrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
MEMORY WALK
"satishverma wrote:Treachery flees from
the trees and settles
on the white wings of flying swans. "
So gracefully treachery
Is flown away
By the swan of compassion
Blessings,- Being
the trees and settles
on the white wings of flying swans. "
So gracefully treachery
Is flown away
By the swan of compassion
Blessings,- Being
Monday, August 15, 2011
PARTY
If only we would listen to our own lies
With the same loving attention
We pay to our truths-Being
ooooohhhhhhhhhh....I loved this Satish....and that
beautiful simplicity in closing...
The maniac depression divides
the butterflies into pathless lies.
The grass was blue
and sky was red.
(hope you've forgiven me for my scathing indescretion
a few poems back... )-myamberdog
the colors of new death
heated up Sky's lofty breath
enameled it on birds and clouds
until they mixed it up in lusty crowds
of molting feathered pride then spread
dark purple light upon a limpid white dawn- Michael Firewalker
With the same loving attention
We pay to our truths-Being
beautiful simplicity in closing...
The maniac depression divides
the butterflies into pathless lies.
The grass was blue
and sky was red.
(hope you've forgiven me for my scathing indescretion
a few poems back... )-myamberdog
heated up Sky's lofty breath
enameled it on birds and clouds
until they mixed it up in lusty crowds
of molting feathered pride then spread
dark purple light upon a limpid white dawn- Michael Firewalker
Sunday, August 14, 2011
BEYOND YOU
YES...I BELIEVE THIS, FOR EVEN IN DEATH THE BLESSINGS OF TRUE LOVE NEVER FADE. WELL DONE AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS- Joyce Bell
http://www.authorsden.com/
http://www.authorsden.com/
SLAUGHTERED DREAMS
THERE IS A HYMN THAT I LOVE...IT GOES LIKE THIS; 'TURN YOUR EYES UPON JESUS, LOOK FULL ON HIS WONDERFUL FACE AND THE CARES OF THE WORLD WILL GROW STRANGELY DIM...IN THE LIGHT OF HIS GLORY AND GRACE'. - Joyce Bell
http://www.authorsden.com/
http://www.authorsden.com/
BLOOD FRUITS
What an interesting poem! Dark, evocative, erotic, fascinating. This will repay further reading.
Thank you!- PegasusWhiteRose
Thank you!- PegasusWhiteRose
Saturday, August 13, 2011
YIELDING
Excellent imagery on the title subject brings the thought of yielding into more limelight Satish. An intriguing read.-Fay Slimm
http://www.poetfreak.com/
http://www.poetfreak.com/
Hiding
there are no
unmutilated
words
they all have died
infinities
of deaths kept alive
to decorate
the mockery
of time- Michael Firewalker
ah. that captures hurt so poignantly..- fatima
http://www.delightedteahouse.com/
unmutilated
words
they all have died
infinities
of deaths kept alive
to decorate
the mockery
of time- Michael Firewalker
Friday, August 12, 2011
GOLDEN LEAP
It was a pleasure to read your very interesting writing today Satish. Thank you for posting your poetry for us all to read and enjoy. Hoping you have a wonderful inspiration filled day. Love- Carol Brown
Smile, *^_^* “You Make Myself Smile Sometimes With Your Seeming Obsession of Death But, I Guess The Sad Truth Amid This Valley of Its Forever Passing Is That Yesss, My Dear Precious Satish, Death Has & Is Enjoying Its Cameo Through Times Corridore *^_#* Sooo Maybe We Should Have It Take A Final Bow! *^_^* Hope That Your Beauty Is Doing Wonderfully My Dear &, Deep Verse As Usual!” === My Love Unto You Always- jl sadberry
Thursday, August 11, 2011
MOON’S SHADOW
oh wow, this is goooood...
it is robust Joy deep and wide
to walk the laced meridians tried
by time and space with One like you
with the gunslingers laughing
in the great tree of life
and those shining red apples
dropping down Light- Michael Firewalker
http://delightedteahouse.com/
it is robust Joy deep and wide
to walk the laced meridians tried
by time and space with One like you
with the gunslingers laughing
in the great tree of life
and those shining red apples
dropping down Light- Michael Firewalker
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Serial Blasts
A sad and powerful piece of prose that needs to be absorbed, and read over and over.
Regards.Craig Anderson
Regards.Craig Anderson
A CRAZY THEME
- interesting touching poem.- KAUSIK
- A very intersting poem.-Debs
- interesting poem, and thought provoking .....that caterpillars with with iron shoes...i saw that one , that's the backhoe used for the constructions with trademark Catepillar maybe.... on-Ency Bearis
Hello...I have just read your poem and find it so interesting a write...caterpillars wearing iron shoes...so poetic a thought...brings to mind a line I wrote in a poem of "when bats pretended to be butterflies, tangled in my hair"...sorry to intrude that thought here on your page of poetry...I enjoyed reading your poem...more than once, I might add. Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing- Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2
Monday, August 8, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
MOON’S SHADOW
Thank you, S
good. may need a tidy in places
you could respond, or not
silence is a killer, but
if you ain't bothered why should I
why should anyone. Well done.- Dax
Dear Dax, I am sorry for disappointing you all for not responding to . I am aging and a serious commitment in a social work saps out all the energy.Burning mid night lamp to write one poem a day is all I am able to do. Rest of the posting on websites is done by my friends. They were keen that it has to come out.Keep on looking at the work and bear with me.I hope I will find out some way to do it. Love - SatishVerma
Thank you, S
all the pain
— all the loneliness, as they say
helps prevent gridlock
and preserves a brave new world, they lie
this is my song, for you
on death row
ciao, ciao- Dax
Some good lines here, but I'm not really connecting with this--in part, because a great deal of it doesn't make all that much sense to me. Also, found the seemingly random changes in tense confusing; not sure if those were intentional.- Oleksa
'Whatever happened to fiery romance?
How I wish it was those dishes you were throwing;
Damn you for being so easygoing.- 'Andrew Bird
http://www.poetrycircle.com/
good. may need a tidy in places
you could respond, or not
silence is a killer, but
if you ain't bothered why should I
why should anyone. Well done.- Dax
Thank you, S
all the pain
— all the loneliness, as they say
helps prevent gridlock
and preserves a brave new world, they lie
this is my song, for you
on death row
ciao, ciao- Dax
How I wish it was those dishes you were throwing;
Damn you for being so easygoing.- 'Andrew Bird
http://www.poetrycircle.com/
HUMAN LAB
I sometimes wonder if to much was expected of mankind from the off or is it a case of to little to late they say its a poor workman that blames his tools-graham jones
I agree..this should be so simple to understand...
but most do not see..or care?
Very good write :)- Jim Kistner Jr
Sadness whimpers....- She Whispers
but most do not see..or care?
Very good write :)- Jim Kistner Jr
FAILED GOD
'FAITH' IS THE KEY THAT UNLOCKS THE DOOR TO ACHIEVING ALL THE THINGS THAT 'GOD WOULD HAVE US TO ACHIEVE'. THE WORD SAYS, '...NOW FAITH IS THE SUBSTANCE OF THINGS HOPED FOR...THE EVIDENCE OF THINGS NOT- Joyce Bell
Saturday, August 6, 2011
MOSAIC
Waters running deep here, Satish, and I need to come back with my diving gear.-milner place
It is not clear enough to me what you are trying to convey, too heavy duty for my eyes.
Sorry.- Michael Ashley
Sorry.- Michael Ashley
Friday, August 5, 2011
Email by NS Murty
Dear Vermaji,
I read the poem thrice as it was interesting and intriguing same time. I searched for 'moonache' but could not find any meaning. I appreciate if you can clarify. I just took it as meaning 'moonshine' and proceeded for the time being.
Coming to the poem ... "self flegellation of waves on the beach' is both an excellent word picture as well as a good observation well recorded.
The epilogue seemed too soon, if I got you right, when two stanzas before you mentioned of an encounter between two eyes. Nevertheless, its fine. I thought the essay of truth into which the two plunged lasts longer.
And finally, the adjective 'illicit' before drops conveys some uncomfortable meaning to me... like incest...when you followed it with 'the upper lip of the virgin'. Is it deliberate?
On the whole your poem leaves the reader with a lingering fragrance of the virgin lips... as elusive and enigmatic as her heart.
best regards, NS Murty
http://museindia.com
I read the poem thrice as it was interesting and intriguing same time. I searched for 'moonache' but could not find any meaning. I appreciate if you can clarify. I just took it as meaning 'moonshine' and proceeded for the time being.
Coming to the poem ... "self flegellation of waves on the beach' is both an excellent word picture as well as a good observation well recorded.
The epilogue seemed too soon, if I got you right, when two stanzas before you mentioned of an encounter between two eyes. Nevertheless, its fine. I thought the essay of truth into which the two plunged lasts longer.
And finally, the adjective 'illicit' before drops conveys some uncomfortable meaning to me... like incest...when you followed it with 'the upper lip of the virgin'. Is it deliberate?
On the whole your poem leaves the reader with a lingering fragrance of the virgin lips... as elusive and enigmatic as her heart.
best regards, NS Murty
http://museindia.com
Spinning
I love the way your mind works here S
( and welcome to you)
a little over writ for my eye, taste
I want to say use the calm, as one would in prayer
in time of turmoil, on a battlefield perhaps
you have a gift in the falling
Thank you.- Dax
( and welcome to you)
a little over writ for my eye, taste
I want to say use the calm, as one would in prayer
in time of turmoil, on a battlefield perhaps
you have a gift in the falling
Thank you.- Dax
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
FLUTING
Time unleashed from (ferrum) iron?
becomes pain
like a palm moon. *
*A clue to unnderstanding the palm moon would be nice.
Another talbleau vivant
has taken up life
in the road.
It was a night of rage. . It needs a connection, this rage.
or
Another tableau vivant
inhabits the road.
It's painted with rage.
This next stanza needs some clarity: fire and flute?
A frozen scene
undulates the history of fire
in the eyes of a flute.
Who was breaking
the clouds
wading in reeds?- maggie flanagan-wilkie
The leaps in thought don't work for me. See Maggie's comment above. It might be that I lack the cultural references, like palm moon. Is that a moon in the palm of the hand, or a moon in the palm trees, or a tattoo of a moon in the palm of a hand?-Rick Stansberger
becomes pain
like a palm moon. *
*A clue to unnderstanding the palm moon would be nice.
Another talbleau vivant
has taken up life
in the road.
It was a night of rage. . It needs a connection, this rage.
or
Another tableau vivant
inhabits the road.
It's painted with rage.
This next stanza needs some clarity: fire and flute?
A frozen scene
undulates the history of fire
in the eyes of a flute.
Who was breaking
the clouds
wading in reeds?- maggie flanagan-wilkie
Soaked In Blood
Satish - really relished these lines:
Don’t throw the blankets
on red eyes.
Moon will stay whole night.- myamberdog
i like this poem too.- Kailashana
http://delightedteahouse.com/
Don’t throw the blankets
on red eyes.
Moon will stay whole night.- myamberdog
i like this poem too.- Kailashana
http://delightedteahouse.com/
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Naming
Many wonder-full collocations in your work, Satish! Yes, good to hear you here.- Dick
Occupation
Moon, black night and accompanied wonder stars
the whole cosmos is so beautiful
i respect the things of desires
walking beside them
i see the sun
loving your pen here Satish ,welcome to the place i love the most , below is the work of my friend Siddharth from Ranchi ,i am not good at translation so just was thinking how do i share his beauty with friends here ,thanks to SL for letting me know about your translation work...kindly share this poem with the house here for each ones delight , if everyone likes will share more of his work ! thanks
जहा कतरे को तरसाया गया हू !
वोही डूबा हुआ पाया गया हू !!
बला(मुसीबत) काफी ना थी एक जिन्दगी की !
दुबारा याद फ़रमाया गया हू !!
सुपुर्द-ऐ-ख़ाक(दफनाना) ही करना है मुझको !
तो फिर काहे को नहलाया गया हू !!
गोहरबार(मोती का पानी) हू मैं !
मगर आँखों से बरसाया गया हू !!
"सिद्धार्थ"अहले जब कब मानते है !
बड़े जोरो से मनवाया गया हू !!-zorba
the whole cosmos is so beautiful
i respect the things of desires
walking beside them
i see the sun
loving your pen here Satish ,welcome to the place i love the most , below is the work of my friend Siddharth from Ranchi ,i am not good at translation so just was thinking how do i share his beauty with friends here ,thanks to SL for letting me know about your translation work...kindly share this poem with the house here for each ones delight , if everyone likes will share more of his work ! thanks
जहा कतरे को तरसाया गया हू !
वोही डूबा हुआ पाया गया हू !!
बला(मुसीबत) काफी ना थी एक जिन्दगी की !
दुबारा याद फ़रमाया गया हू !!
सुपुर्द-ऐ-ख़ाक(दफनाना) ही करना है मुझको !
तो फिर काहे को नहलाया गया हू !!
गोहरबार(मोती का पानी) हू मैं !
मगर आँखों से बरसाया गया हू !!
"सिद्धार्थ"अहले जब कब मानते है !
बड़े जोरो से मनवाया गया हू !!-zorba
ISSUELESS
the unlucky sex
was on fire?
hands off the mouth/
life was eating death?
this needs work.- Tiko Lewis
Some thoughts obn tightening your draft. Maggie
The issue was a bridge
without a river;
tongues fighting
a wordless journey.
The unlucky were on fire
after the explosion.
Life was eating death.
The bells did not ring today.
God was dead.- maggie flanagan-wilkie
I like Maggie's revision...there is an interesting bite to this piece with the clarification.- Michelle Beth Cronk
was on fire?
hands off the mouth/
life was eating death?
this needs work.- Tiko Lewis
The issue was a bridge
without a river;
tongues fighting
a wordless journey.
The unlucky were on fire
after the explosion.
Life was eating death.
The bells did not ring today.
God was dead.- maggie flanagan-wilkie
Silent Prayers
TRANSITIONAL EDGE
TRULY...THE STENCH OF AMAGEDDON IS AT THE DOOR. IT IS SURELY MUCH LATER THAN WE THINK...AND THE TIME QUICKLY APPROACHES WHEN IT WILL BE... TOO LATE, FOREVER. WELL DONE AND APPRECIATED. DROP BY MY 'DEN- Joyce Bell
THE ANODYNE
I hear you knocking on our doors of perception, but it's hard to read between these lines when the only light flickers to read by are the burning... but you could read my mind, now couldn't you?-Roger Wayne Eberle
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